REVENGE AFTER DEATH - Season 3 Episode 82

I could feel Steven’s mood plummeting. Somehow, I felt as if someone was about to be in trouble.

“Please get in, sir,” said Ewan. He had arrived and was asking us to get into the car.

That man called Jake was here to ensure that we showed up at the funeral.

Before we got into the car, he continued to provoke, “I remembered that we could freely touch you for just the price of less than five dollars back then, during our school years. Has the price gone up now?”

I held onto Steven’s hand tightly. It was possible that this man was sent by Martin to provoke us on purpose. There were reporters everywhere, as such we couldn’t cause a fight now.

“Go ahead,” Steven said indifferently, instructing Ewan to drive ahead as soon as we got into the car. Jake’s car was chasing us from behind. Ewan drove fast, but Jake caught up soon enough.

“Take the alley,” Steven lowered his voice and instructed again.

I knew what he was trying to do. I was about to stop him, but there was a cold glimmer in his gaze.

“Hit the brakes,” Steve instructed Ewan after timing it precisely.

Ewan slammed on the brakes abruptly. Jake’s car couldn’t react in time, barely swerving and crashing into the guardrail by the side. As they were in an alley under a bridge, there were no cameras and people around.

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Steven glanced over at me. He reached over to cover my eyes and said, “Close your eyes and count to 100,” I balled up my fists nervously. He then got out of the car and walked toward the car behind us.

Jake, who was in the passenger seat, had been injured when the car hit the guardrail. Steven was strong enough to yank open the twisted car door. He then dragged Jake out of the car.

At first, Jake was still laughing with blood pooling around his mouth. He started provoking, “A dimwit and a bitch-what a match made in heaven!”

But he could no longer laugh soon enough. Steven’s wrath was unlike anything I had ever seen.

Steven seemed to know where to attack first to stop Jake from making noise. He quickly hit him in the throat and started punching him in the face. He finally stepped on the wrist of the hand that had touched me earlier.

I started panicking and got out of the car quickly. As expected, the other person in Jake’s car was secretly recording everything.

So, that was Martin’s real goal! It was to provoke Steven in order to capture his violent side on tape and then make a big deal out of it.

“Steven!” I yelled as I ran over to stop him.

I then coldly glared at the man in the car. He tried to lock the car door out of fear, but I was quicker. I yanked the car door open and reached for his phone.

Steven shielded me from behind. He then reached over to drag the man out and stepped on him. “Delete it!

The man replied in a trembling voice, “I… I’ve already sent it out.”

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He had already sent the video to Martin.

Steven’s gaze darkened for a moment. He was expressionless as he turned to bring me back to the car.

Ewan did not bother coming out of the car, as if already accustomed to such situations.

He said, “Someone will come over and handle this, sir. Please rest assured.”

Steven did not reply. He only took a wet wipe and passed it to me, saying, “My hand hurts, Stephie.”

My fingers were trembling as I helped to wipe away the blood from the back of Steven’s hand.

I said, “Martin would make a big deal out of the video-”

Steven changed the topic and called out, “Stephie-”

He reached over to pull me into his embrace. His voice was colder than ever as he said, “I forbid anyone to touch you.”

I could feel his lingering murderous intent still. Was he planning to kill them if I did not stop him? “Martin would make a big deal out of this, Steven. If he calls the police, he could still send you to the asylum even if he’s not your legal guardian,” I said with a shaky voice.

“We’re not – We’re not attending the funeral anymore. I’ll take you away.”

We should run away. There was only one thought in my mind which was to take him away as far as possible.

“We’ve tried escaping before, Stephie. We can never escape,”

“They’re so disgusting! Why can’t I kill them?” Steven asked, his voice started trembling as well.

It was as if the past experience had made him suffer. Those were surely our shared experiences in the past. Steven had said that we have tried to escape before this. Was that part of my forgotten memories as well?